Oh

A sinister existence in the crowd
      I heard him talk in the background,
  " . . . earliest accounts I possess of my progenitors."
That's him . . . handkerchiefly speaking.

Oh boast!
    But certainly sensuous.
He pulled out my apron-strings,
        And hand me a pocket handkerchief.
That's it.  I'm naked in front of him.

Oh bliss!
     I can't miss!
A sinister!
      "Madamoiselle will have the goodness to give me ten francs."
"If only you would scrub my toes and kiss my shoes . . ."
                                  I'm an excellent princess.

Oh Paris!
          You're better than Rome!
  I'm Madame de Dolomien;
      And he makes my home.
As he pour everything—
All extracted exclamations of delight.

Oh . . . the sinister existence in the crowd.
         Show me why.
                   Show me the fire.